Why does it have to be a mystery? This article states the obvious, that the school wants you, dear parent, to have as little input as possible in the selection of your child's teacher. The administration will not let you know who will teach your child for the next nine months until the week before school.
Do you ever get the feeling they're trying to pass off shoddy goods on the least squeaky wheel sometimes?
Oh, but see, unlike in other professions, teachers can never be unfit for their positions. I know this is something like my third pasted "comment" in a week, but this one was just too fun to pass up:
"...We see people everyday try to tell schools and teachers how to do their jobs. You don’t tell doctors, lawyers, car mechanics, judges, politicians, street sweepers, hamburger flippers, etc. how to do their jobs. Do you cashier shop at when you go to Target? Or do you just get what appears to be the shortest line? Do you mechanic shop when you take your car to the Ford dealership for maintanance? Or do you just give the service manager the keys to the car and let them handle their business?"
"Please 'moms', cut out the foolishness over what class your child is assigned. I, an insider in the system, am telling you that these people are BASICALLY THE SAME. There is no difference between Ms. Simpson, Ms. Harper, Ms. Zimkowski, Mr. Johnson, Mrs. Elliot, or Mrs. Brown. They are all the same."
OOooooo, goody, insider opinion! I feel almost like an insider myself, reading over precious secret information not meant for laypeople's eyes. All teachers are basically the same. So, like, if your teenage son got "Mrs. Mary Letourneau" for a teacher this year instead of "Mr. Jacob Smith," that there would be absolutely no difference. Wow! I didn't know that. How stupid of me to think that!
Ok, cheap shot. Most teachers aren't molesters, and most homeschool moms don't live in urine-drenched hovels, ok? But equating moms who complain about their kid getting Mrs. James instead of Mr. Jones with crazy people who inspect cashier credentials at Target is a bit... strange. If I were a compliant sort in Target, the worst thing I'd get is a bit of poor service. Sort of a different thing altogether if I feel the teacher isn't a good fit for my child.
And yeah, when I take my car to a Ford dealership, I AM mechanic-shopping. I take my car there when it needs special Ford work as opposed to the generic change the oil and filter and get me out in seven minutes-type place. And I pay the difference.
And we don't tell politicians how to do their jobs???! What planet is this lady from?
Come on. This doesn't have to be a "personal" thing. It doesn't even have to be a "professional" thing. Some types of children do better with some types of teachers. I think we all know they spread the difficult kids around to the various teachers in any given grade. But if YOUR kid were one of the tough ones to teach, would you want him in Mrs. Patient or Mrs. Grumpy, One Year From Retirement's class? I thought so. It doesn't mean that Mrs. Grumpy isn't a great teacher. Just not for your kid. Patrick actually does better with the Mrs. Grumpy types, if they are strict rule enforcers that don't deal with girly gossip. Elf? Sometimes he needs a minute to "transition" from one activity to another, and Mrs. Grumpy doesn't bend very well on that.
That being said, are some parents picky? Yep. Are some parents overly picky? Yep. I mean, I've been on line behind some insanely picky people at various Customer Service departments. There is just no pleasing some people, and in fairness, it isn't as though the public schools can weed out the riff-raff. It would be nice if a reasonable approach would be taken sometimes, though. I really couldn't see myself complaining about a teacher unless I foresaw some obvious discord. And you know, while there IS something to be said from learning from people who are not like ourselves, there are limits to that. I know plenty of people who have looked for new jobs because they couldn't stand a coworker. But we expect students to do something we can't?
I think we do, sometimes.